The Cure for Writer's Block by Pandora Paradox

Disclaimer:  Male on Female, Anal, Cumshot, Shower Scene

Poet awoke to the sound of Memphis’ voice.

“Wake up”

While Poet allowed Memphis to barge in without knocking, but she never thought he would wake her up like this. It is that fact that made Poet believe it was urgent.

“What is it Memphis?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to wake you up. I made you pancakes!”

Poet was conflicted if freshly baked pancakes would get him off the hook for waking her. She decided to forgive him, signalling that fact by playfully chuckling at him.

They sat down at the table, satisfying their hunger by eating Memphis’ newly made pancakes. After brunch Memphis decided to be a gentleman and clean up the dishes and such, allowing Poet to go to her laptop to write something.

Her writing hadn’t been going well. It wasn’t so much that she had writer’s block. It was simply the fact that the next few chapters in her stories would be rather pornographic. Poet considered herself not to be any good at writing that kind of stuff. It wasn’t a lack of imagination, she just thought that aside from “they had the sex” there was nothing much to tell. She lacked the kind of mind-boggling experience that would allow her to describe such an act, in animalistic detail.

Regardless, she just sat down as if she had no blockage and tried to continue.

Nothing.

That was exactly what came to her mind. The image was clear, she had imagined the characters having sex rather vividly in the chapters leading up to now, trying to prepare for this moment. It wasn’t the problem either, it was the wording. Trying to transcribe the scenes in her head to her word file.

“What are you writing?” Memphis asked after he finished, hunching over Poet’s shoulder.

“Well...just this chapter. I’m not going anywhere with it!”

“Blockage?”

“No,...yes...I mean!”

“Hmm?”

“I’m having trouble wi-”

Poet sort of stopped herself in mid sentence and blushed, her cheeks growing more and more red by the nanosecond.

Although Poet & Memphis had been friends since forever, there were certain things that was almost a taboo subject for them. One of those subjects was sex. It wasn’t that they weren’t open about it, but it was just that they both knew on one level or another that it would cause their sexual chemistry that was always present to push them into something that they may later regret.

“With what?”

“Ehm...a certain aspect of the next few chapters”

“Anything I can help with?”

Poet wanted to answer, but she knew of nothing to say. She lacked words and just sat there with her mouth open and froze up.

Eventually Memphis just shrugged and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

From the reflection in the hallway mirror Poet saw Memphis unclothe as he prepared to step into the shower. He had left the bathroom door open, thinking that Poet would just sit there, his mind completely escaping that the mirror created a viewpoint into the bathroom for her.

The shower was even positioned in such a way that she even saw him in it.

Just a quick look at Memphis’ manhood made Poet tremble. She could feel herself sweat a bit and her face was now a scientifically unrecorded shade of red. She wanted him, she couldn’t deny that fact.

It was kind of hard for the last few years, but at some point Poet truly believed that her feelings for him were just platonic and/or that she’d get over this crush eventually. She constantly just pushed it down, trying to hide it.

It was at that moment sitting in the living room looking upon Memphis’ naked body that all of those thoughts and feeling erupted into a steaming pile of lust.

She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, undressing on the way.She threw every piece of clothing on the floor, making a trail of clothes from her laptop to the bathroom.

Poet walked inside the bathroom, where Memphis was scrubbing his chest. He had his eyes closed at the moment she entered, so he wasn’t alarmed until she opened the shower door and stepped inside.

“Poet!”

“Shhh...Memphis, just...” Poet said and kissed him.

Without thinking Memphis started to kiss her as well, their tongues intertwining like vines. She could feel his tongue stroke against her own as she rubbed his muscle bound chest.

His member became erect, thrusting against Poet’s legs almost in an instance.

The water from the shower ran down their naked bodies, making this incident even more erotic in Poet’s minds as it made them lubricious allowing for a more smooth flow of their body parts.

It didn’t take Memphis long to figure out that she wanted this to happen just as badly as he did. Memphis moved his finger down to her sex and started to rub it.

Poet moaned, pleasure hitting her fast which became stronger as Memphis pushed two of his fingers inside of her.

“M-Memphis!” she moaned, trying hard to be patient

Poet reached out for his love stick,  gently stroking it.With her gentle touch, it throbbed. The two of them looked at each other as they were fondling each other in this matter. Neither of them could wait for what they really longed for.

“Memphis” Poet said, her hands resting on his wet shoulders.

Poet turned around, pointing her behind towards his tenderness.

Memphis understood instantly and went for it. He put his phallus at her entrance, holding of only for a few seconds to get some sort of confirmation that Poet was ready.

After Poet threw  Memphis a quick nod he pushed all of it inside her. Poet moaned, almost cried out of a huge mixture of pleasure and pain that in an instant fell upon her.

Memphis held Poet by her breasts, moving them around as he thrust himself into her over and over again, His member felt like it was melting away from the pure comfort it was put it.

“M-M-Memphis” Poet stuttered as she went forwards and backwars on him, trying to hide her over enjoyment of this due to some sudden shyness caused by the realization that they were indeed having sex.

That sudden shyness was buried away under waves after waves of pleasure a she could feel every inch of Memphis’ cock. She almost felt like it fit her perfectly, like some kind of human puzzle piece.

Her mind went blank, she stopped thinking and just continued to enjoy it. After a while she orgasmed, the pleasure not only hitting her like a brick, but also flowing all around her. It was just pure exhaustion and bliss for a few seconds.

After a while Memphis took it out, which prompted her to sit down on her knees and open her mouth. This caused of course the shower water to flow into her mouth, but it was only a mild nuisance.

Memphis began to frantically stroke it, causing it to throb more and more. He let out a moan ever so often during this part as the general feeling of ecstasy went through him. Soon the love juice flew through his member and spew outwards, causing it to land in Poet’s mouth.

It didn’t take her long to swallow the semen along with the collected shower water.

They both sighed out of exhaustion after this whole ordeal.

Memphis turned off the shower head and they both went out, drying themselves off with some towels that laid about.

“This was something” Memphis said after a while.

“Yeah, I just...You know, but just-”

Memphis smiled and planted a kiss on her ever so beautiful lips.

“I know” He said after parting from her face.